Homecoming Carnival, The Park, All Day [Post #1]

[likethegun]

In keeping with the Homecoming theme, this year's carnival had a harvest festival look to it - mainly because most of the decorations from the dance had been moved out to the park to join the tents, booths, and vendors as they'd gotten set up bright and early this morning. The day was turning out to be cool but sunny, the smell of carnival food was in the air, and everything was ready for the island's inhabitants and guests to have some fun.

[OCD IS UP! | Kissing Booths | Dunk Tanks | Pie Tossing | OOC | Second Post]

Homecoming Carnival, The Park, All Day [Post #2]

[likethegun]

In keeping with the Homecoming theme, this year's carnival had a harvest festival look to it - mainly because most of the decorations from the dance had been moved out to the park to join the tents, booths, and vendors as they'd gotten set up bright and early this morning. The day was turning out to be cool but sunny, the smell of carnival food was in the air, and everything was ready for the island's inhabitants and guests to have some fun.

[OCD IS UP! | Concessions | Tables and Chairs | Ferris Wheel | Carousel | Swings | Funhouse | Tunnel of Love | Bumper Cars | Tilt-a-Whirl | House of Mirrors | Beanbag Toss | Whack-a-Gremlin | Strength Test | Target Practice | Duck Pond | Sand Sculpture | Joust | Mud Pit | OOC | First Post]

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Saturday [10/24]

[itsjustlanguage.livejournal.com]

Hoshi was still in a good mood from the dance last night, even if she wasn't entirely sure where her date ended up. She just hoped that Hurley enjoyed himself, no matter who he ended up with.

But today, she was rushing through her tasks at the front desk, hoping to leave a little early so she could still enjoy the carnival.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Special
Pumpkin Pie

[Hotel Information | Room Assignments]

The Docks, Saturday

[nofishinmypond.livejournal.com]

Jack emerged from the Homer's cabin a little groggily, flopped into his chair, and stared up at the sky. Apparently, he'd spent an entire WEEK as a LITTLE TEAPOT. Oh, he bet THAT had played well on the radio. Later, when he found out it hadn't even been mentioned because his mun's retconning like a mad fiend, he'd be disappointed. For right now, though, he needed a beer.

He'd missed his birthday, even. Another year down the drain, another year closer to retirement, another year getting more old. Except not -- all the time travel and stuff meant he was actually older than that. He'd have to ask Carter to count it all up, sometime, once he'd gone home. Damn, and he hadn't gotten the kid anything, either.

AND he'd missed his "job" at the "goddess"'s "store". He'd have to explain to her.

He sipped his beer and watched the horizon. Yup. He'd worry about everything later.

After a while, he got up just long enough to set out his sign on the pier.

Captain Jack's Wild Ride
Great rates to float my boat

The streets of town- Saturday evening

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

Once it got dark, Buffy set off into town, walking around, seeing if there was anything new, or if anything moved in that had to be killed. Okay, so she'd had a lot to complain about with the not being able to kill things here, but she kind of liked the no-pressure patrol.

And yes, she knew it was messed up to leave Sunnydale for a weekend and go on patrol without Giles telling her to. She wasn't going to say it aloud, but she knew it.


[Oooopen. I've kinda missed these posts.]

Caritas; Saturday Evening

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck was still eating cotton candy by the time he got to work. Shut up, it mixed great with scotch.

"Screw off," Chuck said, slapping Tino's hand away when he tried to go for some. "This is mine."

As if he was going to share cotton candy deliciousness.

Outside of the Arms Hotel, Then Dean Stinson's Office, Very, Very Late Saturday Night

[the_merriest]

It had, in Rikku's opinion, been way too long. Inexcusably long. And they were all back for the weekend, and she'd promised John Sheppard that they'd get up to some mischief this weekend, and, okay, she was mildly drunk.

So she'd sent a message to Zero (one of the last remaining members of the original crew!) and was now bouncing outside the hotel, freezing her ass off. She was only wearing boy-shorts and a pile of strategically-placed necklaces. Oh, and her boots. That might help.

"WE MUTINY!" she shouted, raising her fist in the air.

(THIS IS NOT A TEST. ALUMNI ONLY, PLEASE, BUT ANY ALUMNI ARE WELCOME. LET US SHOW THESE WHIPPERSNAPPERS HOW IT IS DONE. WAIT FOR THE OCD, AND THIS IS NOT FOR RADIO SINCE IT'S HAPPENING VERY VERY LATE. VIVA LA MUTINY!)